ArynMae20No... maybe. I think I might have watched it in class one time but I probably wasn't paying attention at all. What's it about?? Precious might be an overstatement, haha, I was weird. Just imagine a super nerdy child running around saying they want to be a mermaid, then add a couple years to the kid and you have me now. Ooh, I loved those ones too. Especially The Lion King. We did a dance production based off the musical of that one. Anyways, I'm pretty sure Anastasia was from Fox or something but yeah I really liked that one too. XD
Thank you! Haha. Oh that word. *fist pump* My thesaurus finally came through. I actually had to google how to say it though... XD Oh my goodness thank you, yes thank god I am a trifecta! Haha, the other night my friend told me that her boyfriend was a trifecta (three perfect things; his looks, grades and personality) so I told her I was a trifecta but she just kept talking about the guy (rude) but you have now proved it and I will be forever grateful.
Heh anyways... Those are basically all the things I love about your posts! (You're a trifecta too!) You're also really good at portraying characters, like their actions/emotions/thoughts etc. and you don't stray from their personalities just to 'fit' the situation/make them more 'likable'. I hate when people Mary Sue their characters and try to make them perfect. It throws all believability out the window because even fictional people need flaws. Hehe, as for the competitiveness: Yes, a lot competitive is maybe an understatement. It really does help though, and we do have pretty great posts ;)
Err, maybe some pop out moments? Haha, a mixture of laughing and dying seems about right. Speaking of dying, oh my god I can't deal with the opening high pitch music in Insidious. I'm dead.
Edit: Ew, I just re read that first part about "Anastasia being from 'Fox'" and it makes no sense at all, I meant like Fox Entertainment. Awkie
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Lisette's eyes lazily glanced towards Booker as he joined the two at the table. The pathetic girl from before was left discarded in a heap and if Lisette had any shred of human empathy left in her at all she would of felt a sort of pity for the young girl for being used and dumped like a plaything. Luckily enough, she had discarded most of those thoughts years ago. “My oh my, I wasn't expecting this at all.” She grinned and let her finger drag lazily along the table top. She really was surprised, it had been years since they'd parted paths and the terms on which they had were not entirely friendly. Something about Mila had always threatened Lisette, perhaps it was because she was older, prettier, more practised when it came to ensnaring her prey.
Perhaps not recently, though. She thought meanly to herself taking in the desperate aura that surrounded the woman, a natural survival instinct that hunger provoked, not that Lisette would know much about hunger these days.
She ran her tongue slowly over her teeth and grinned as Mila's own canines sharpened in response. “Lisette, you look just as stunning as the day I left.” She didn't miss the stiff, defensive way her old 'friend' said this. “Ah, and you look...” She paused for effect, taunting as she searched for the right word to use. “Pleasant.” Her thick voice made the word into a purr and she easily hoisted herself into the seat next to Mila, scooting the chair so that they were uncomfortably close. She propped her elbow onto the table and leaned into her hand, a stance that could of been casual if the air about the three vampires hadn't been so thick with hostility. Her gaze swept to and from Booker and Mila as the two bantered tensely.
“I’ve missed you, you know. I really have. Hasn't been the same since you left us, has it, Lisette?” She shook her head slowly. “It really hasn't, love.” Her smooth voice was a murmur directed at Mila, but she caught eyes with Booker for a fleeting second. “What have you been doing lately?” She continued in that same sickly sweet tone. "It's just been so long and you never kept in touch like you promised. Pity." The sarcasm dripped from her voice like blood from an open wound. Her gaze swept over the woman's gaunt features critically, taking in the obvious hunger in her entire demeanour. “You seem like you could use a good meal.” Her face lightened then, a cheerful expression that made her radiant features intensify as she gasped slightly.
“Oh!” She playfully, although playful may have been a loose term to describe Lisette ever, grabbed Mila's frail arm and smiled. “I have the most delightful idea, loves.” Her constant use of pet names in such a tonality was a trifle demeaning. She continued grasping Mila's arm, the strength she exerted was a little more then necessary, and nearly bounced in her seat like a child on Christmas morning. "Booker and I, we were planning no going hunting." The noise she made was like a squeal of delight, the idea of a slaughter would have made her cheeks heat with a blush had she been able to do so. "Why don't you join us? For old times sake." Her dark eyes pleaded with Mila to say yes. "It can be like the good old days, doll, remember? When they ran in fear from us?" She giggled at the memory her eyelids fluttering.
She let go of the other woman's arm and leaned back into her chair, the room around them was growing louder as the night wore on and the room full of sweating, lustful humans made Lisette's throat ache and her mind sharpen. She was very much aware, like she always was, of how easy it would be to reach over and grab one of these blood bags, sink her teeth into their neck and suck every last drop from their body. She shivered. “Please, say yes. C'mon Booker, make her say yes!" She grinned, a slow smile that stretched over her sharpened canines, she chewed her lip slowly and deliberately daring Mila with her eyes to say something other then Lisette's desired answer. "You know you want to."
Perhaps not recently, though. She thought meanly to herself taking in the desperate aura that surrounded the woman, a natural survival instinct that hunger provoked, not that Lisette would know much about hunger these days.
She ran her tongue slowly over her teeth and grinned as Mila's own canines sharpened in response. “Lisette, you look just as stunning as the day I left.” She didn't miss the stiff, defensive way her old 'friend' said this. “Ah, and you look...” She paused for effect, taunting as she searched for the right word to use. “Pleasant.” Her thick voice made the word into a purr and she easily hoisted herself into the seat next to Mila, scooting the chair so that they were uncomfortably close. She propped her elbow onto the table and leaned into her hand, a stance that could of been casual if the air about the three vampires hadn't been so thick with hostility. Her gaze swept to and from Booker and Mila as the two bantered tensely.
“I’ve missed you, you know. I really have. Hasn't been the same since you left us, has it, Lisette?” She shook her head slowly. “It really hasn't, love.” Her smooth voice was a murmur directed at Mila, but she caught eyes with Booker for a fleeting second. “What have you been doing lately?” She continued in that same sickly sweet tone. "It's just been so long and you never kept in touch like you promised. Pity." The sarcasm dripped from her voice like blood from an open wound. Her gaze swept over the woman's gaunt features critically, taking in the obvious hunger in her entire demeanour. “You seem like you could use a good meal.” Her face lightened then, a cheerful expression that made her radiant features intensify as she gasped slightly.
“Oh!” She playfully, although playful may have been a loose term to describe Lisette ever, grabbed Mila's frail arm and smiled. “I have the most delightful idea, loves.” Her constant use of pet names in such a tonality was a trifle demeaning. She continued grasping Mila's arm, the strength she exerted was a little more then necessary, and nearly bounced in her seat like a child on Christmas morning. "Booker and I, we were planning no going hunting." The noise she made was like a squeal of delight, the idea of a slaughter would have made her cheeks heat with a blush had she been able to do so. "Why don't you join us? For old times sake." Her dark eyes pleaded with Mila to say yes. "It can be like the good old days, doll, remember? When they ran in fear from us?" She giggled at the memory her eyelids fluttering.
She let go of the other woman's arm and leaned back into her chair, the room around them was growing louder as the night wore on and the room full of sweating, lustful humans made Lisette's throat ache and her mind sharpen. She was very much aware, like she always was, of how easy it would be to reach over and grab one of these blood bags, sink her teeth into their neck and suck every last drop from their body. She shivered. “Please, say yes. C'mon Booker, make her say yes!" She grinned, a slow smile that stretched over her sharpened canines, she chewed her lip slowly and deliberately daring Mila with her eyes to say something other then Lisette's desired answer. "You know you want to."
Haha, they're cute (most of the time...) XD Uhm, yes. If you think I loved horror movies just wait until I become a six year old and start talking about being a princess. When I was like 5 or 6 I use to tell people to call me Ariel because I wanted to be the little mermaid. Frozen is maybe the best Disney movie ever though, including The Little Mermaid. Haha, the songs are super catchy but my favorite part is that the story is based around young girls not needing a boy for "an act of true love" and that it ended up being her sister. It was sweet, and I just really loved it! XD
Ahh, me too! I've honestly never done something this high caliber without it failing miserably, and I also find that I'm really testing my writing skills a lot which is really nice. At risk of sounding kinda cocky I've never been able to find someone who was able to challenge my abilities until now...
Tell me how it goes! Haha, my guess is you'll laugh your ass off. I'm watching Insidious Chapter 2 tonight so I'll tell you how scary that is later. Pillow cuddling = a must!
Ahh, me too! I've honestly never done something this high caliber without it failing miserably, and I also find that I'm really testing my writing skills a lot which is really nice. At risk of sounding kinda cocky I've never been able to find someone who was able to challenge my abilities until now...
Tell me how it goes! Haha, my guess is you'll laugh your ass off. I'm watching Insidious Chapter 2 tonight so I'll tell you how scary that is later. Pillow cuddling = a must!
Haha, no you're right that is not the appropriate reaction at all... although he is kind of funny when you get past the whole psychotic/creepy/ewie part, especially after seeing him parodied (well, I would assume... I've never seen Joe Dirt or anything but it's kinda hard to take him seriously anyways). That is a really good rule to live by. Strangers + cars + nighttime = hell to the no.
Haha, aw! That's so cute!! my cat, Midnight, he's super skittish and he only cuddles some of the time. The other one, her name is Mittens, she will literally climb all over my computer and hop on my lap trying to get attention. It's super cute/somewhat annoying when I'm trying to do something and she doesn't go away. I have a dog too, his name is Koda we named him after the movie Brother Bear XD, and he is really weird. He's bigger and not aloud on the furniture so it's hard to cuddle with him but he'll get into these moods where he's super cute and he'll like nuzzle your hands and try and get you to pat him and it's adorable! Haha, anyways long story short pets are great.
Hehe, I understand.
Yes, that is a big must! Haha, start with Psycho, the old version and then watch the new(ish) version. They really aren't scary at all!
Haha, aw! That's so cute!! my cat, Midnight, he's super skittish and he only cuddles some of the time. The other one, her name is Mittens, she will literally climb all over my computer and hop on my lap trying to get attention. It's super cute/somewhat annoying when I'm trying to do something and she doesn't go away. I have a dog too, his name is Koda we named him after the movie Brother Bear XD, and he is really weird. He's bigger and not aloud on the furniture so it's hard to cuddle with him but he'll get into these moods where he's super cute and he'll like nuzzle your hands and try and get you to pat him and it's adorable! Haha, anyways long story short pets are great.
Hehe, I understand.
Yes, that is a big must! Haha, start with Psycho, the old version and then watch the new(ish) version. They really aren't scary at all!
“I’d offer you some, but it looks like you’ve already had your appetizer.”
Lisette flipped her hair behind her shoulder, a pleased look crossing her face. “That I have, my dear, and oh wasn't he beautiful.” She leaned back languidly into the comfortable soa, her eyes closing slightly as she revelled in the memory of the young man's blood against her tongue. “Although it wasn't nearly enough, I'm still ravenous.” The last word was almost a snarl as her eyes snapped open, twinkling darkly in the dim light. She watched with growing amusement as the young human sitting on her companions lap swooned closer towards Booker. “You’re attracted to her?” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “Can one not admire fine delicacies these days without such accusations?” Her equally teasing voice cantered. “Anyways, if the girl had any sense in her at all she would be flocking towards me, of course.” She winked tauntingly.
“Well, I’d be up for an old-fashioned street hunt, if you are.”
Lisette clapped her hands in a way that could have been childlike if the grin on her face hadn't of been so sinister. Her eyes darkened a shade as she imagined the dim streets and lonely humans just begging for her bite. They'd cry, scream, cower away but to her every shriek of fear was just another invitation to inflict her worst. “Oh, yes!” She exclaimed happily, her hands fluttering to her sides. “Please, can we.” It wasn't exactly a question, more like a dazed comment as her body sunk euphorically into the couch. Lisette had a subtle languorous way about her. Her movements, no matter how awkward or odd they may have seemed on another, were slow and lethargic with an air of self confidence that only came from years of self-assured power. She was lost in her own world as she waited anxiously for Booker to finish with the girl so that they could move onto more amusing things.
”Lisette."
She looked up sharply, not trying to hide the acute reflex as Booker drawled out her name. Lisette followed his gaze, lips parted slightly with curiosity, and laid her eyes on the dark haired, svelte woman seated silently at a table close enough to them that she could almost smell the desperation on her. Although, even if the distance between them had been incredibly surmountable, Lisette would have still been able to tell that this intruder was absolutely famished. “You wanted excitement.” Her pupils flickered momentarily towards Booker, the look in those gleaming eyes told of her near morbid expectancy. “I think we might have our hands full tonight.” Her head bobbed slightly, almost distracted, and she gazed towards the table. Her features flashed bemusement as she slowly moved to stand. “Oh, tell me that's not who I think it is...” She murmured, one corner of her mouth curling upwards slowly.
She leaned a hand against the couch, one knee propping herself up, and dipped her head towards Booker. The motion made her curly brown hair fall into her eyes slightly. “Let's go have ourselves some fun.” Her voice was almost a purr of anticipation, her gut twisted with a sick humour that was her trade mark and she pushed herself away from the couch with a graceful ease. Her mind raced ardently as she patted the young human on her head, like someone who didn't like animals might pat the head of a friend's dog, and smirked balefully. “Ooh this night just got ten times better.” She gave a small wave, more like a wiggle of her slender fingers, and slowly meandered away. “Finnish up with that, I don't think you'll want to miss this.”
Her hips swayed as she elbowed her way through the crowd, once again, and neared the distant looking woman seated alone at her own table. Lisette was eerily silent as she languidly leaned against the the table peering around Mila with a look of pleasure. “Well I'll be.” Her lighthearted tone was coated with a sinister underbelly as she slowly eyed the woman up and down. Her fingers drummed the table gently as her well kempt eyebrows rose in a look of curiosity, a leering grin was plastered on her face. To any unsuspecting human eye the greeting could have been that of two long lost friends seeing each other unexpectedly, it would take a special kind of perception to notice the territorial glint in Lisette's keen visage as her sharpened incisors pressed dimples into her thick bottom lip. “Look at what the cat dragged in.”
Lisette flipped her hair behind her shoulder, a pleased look crossing her face. “That I have, my dear, and oh wasn't he beautiful.” She leaned back languidly into the comfortable soa, her eyes closing slightly as she revelled in the memory of the young man's blood against her tongue. “Although it wasn't nearly enough, I'm still ravenous.” The last word was almost a snarl as her eyes snapped open, twinkling darkly in the dim light. She watched with growing amusement as the young human sitting on her companions lap swooned closer towards Booker. “You’re attracted to her?” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head in mock disappointment. “Can one not admire fine delicacies these days without such accusations?” Her equally teasing voice cantered. “Anyways, if the girl had any sense in her at all she would be flocking towards me, of course.” She winked tauntingly.
“Well, I’d be up for an old-fashioned street hunt, if you are.”
Lisette clapped her hands in a way that could have been childlike if the grin on her face hadn't of been so sinister. Her eyes darkened a shade as she imagined the dim streets and lonely humans just begging for her bite. They'd cry, scream, cower away but to her every shriek of fear was just another invitation to inflict her worst. “Oh, yes!” She exclaimed happily, her hands fluttering to her sides. “Please, can we.” It wasn't exactly a question, more like a dazed comment as her body sunk euphorically into the couch. Lisette had a subtle languorous way about her. Her movements, no matter how awkward or odd they may have seemed on another, were slow and lethargic with an air of self confidence that only came from years of self-assured power. She was lost in her own world as she waited anxiously for Booker to finish with the girl so that they could move onto more amusing things.
”Lisette."
She looked up sharply, not trying to hide the acute reflex as Booker drawled out her name. Lisette followed his gaze, lips parted slightly with curiosity, and laid her eyes on the dark haired, svelte woman seated silently at a table close enough to them that she could almost smell the desperation on her. Although, even if the distance between them had been incredibly surmountable, Lisette would have still been able to tell that this intruder was absolutely famished. “You wanted excitement.” Her pupils flickered momentarily towards Booker, the look in those gleaming eyes told of her near morbid expectancy. “I think we might have our hands full tonight.” Her head bobbed slightly, almost distracted, and she gazed towards the table. Her features flashed bemusement as she slowly moved to stand. “Oh, tell me that's not who I think it is...” She murmured, one corner of her mouth curling upwards slowly.
She leaned a hand against the couch, one knee propping herself up, and dipped her head towards Booker. The motion made her curly brown hair fall into her eyes slightly. “Let's go have ourselves some fun.” Her voice was almost a purr of anticipation, her gut twisted with a sick humour that was her trade mark and she pushed herself away from the couch with a graceful ease. Her mind raced ardently as she patted the young human on her head, like someone who didn't like animals might pat the head of a friend's dog, and smirked balefully. “Ooh this night just got ten times better.” She gave a small wave, more like a wiggle of her slender fingers, and slowly meandered away. “Finnish up with that, I don't think you'll want to miss this.”
Her hips swayed as she elbowed her way through the crowd, once again, and neared the distant looking woman seated alone at her own table. Lisette was eerily silent as she languidly leaned against the the table peering around Mila with a look of pleasure. “Well I'll be.” Her lighthearted tone was coated with a sinister underbelly as she slowly eyed the woman up and down. Her fingers drummed the table gently as her well kempt eyebrows rose in a look of curiosity, a leering grin was plastered on her face. To any unsuspecting human eye the greeting could have been that of two long lost friends seeing each other unexpectedly, it would take a special kind of perception to notice the territorial glint in Lisette's keen visage as her sharpened incisors pressed dimples into her thick bottom lip. “Look at what the cat dragged in.”
Silence of the Lambs is the best movie ever... just saying, I kinda love everything to do with Hannibal the Cannibal. I use to do this really good impression of him saying "Good evening, Clarice". XD And just because you're alone doesn't mean you can't cuddle... pillow cuddling is a thing, and cat cuddling I do that one all the time when my cat isn't being an asshole (he has the tendency to be super loud and annoying, he also drools which is gross). Haha, that some good piece of life advice right there! Cutting of the circulation in some random persons arm while trying to hide your face from the scariness of a movie is not fun x)
The chainsaws are the worst!! Ahaha, that sounds like so much fun! The not laughing part is the hardest though, and trying not to freak yourself out when you're standing there all alone. It's actually kind of a rush though, scaring other people, and I like thinking about how they probably went home and were telling their families stories about it, I just find that kind of amusing.
You've never seen Psycho? Or The Shining? *sobs* Oh my gosh... you probably wouldn't be that freaked out by either of them though. Maybe The Shining, just cause it's weird as fuck and there are some really freaky parts in it... actually now that I think about it that movie is terrifying, but Psycho is actually kind of funny because it's so bad.
The chainsaws are the worst!! Ahaha, that sounds like so much fun! The not laughing part is the hardest though, and trying not to freak yourself out when you're standing there all alone. It's actually kind of a rush though, scaring other people, and I like thinking about how they probably went home and were telling their families stories about it, I just find that kind of amusing.
You've never seen Psycho? Or The Shining? *sobs* Oh my gosh... you probably wouldn't be that freaked out by either of them though. Maybe The Shining, just cause it's weird as fuck and there are some really freaky parts in it... actually now that I think about it that movie is terrifying, but Psycho is actually kind of funny because it's so bad.
Oh really? Thanks! :)
I'll certainly have to watch it!
Haha, but you're more scared of horror movies then I am so I don't necessarily have to cuddle when I watch them... :p
It was really cool, I wish we could go back now that I'm older and stuff but I'm pretty sure it's probably closed. The place was super old.
Ahh, corn mazes are extra creepy, especially when they have people with chainsaws chasing you through the maze. Once I was in one with my friend and they literally backed us into the corn, it was so scary. You worked in a haunted house?? Was it for a school thing or something in your community, oh and what did you do!? When I was in the corn maze I had on this super disgusting mask and a bloody lab coat and I followed people around and like backed them into the corn saying "You'd look good in my collection" or "Do you want to see my collection?" and then laughing creepily XD It was awesome...
Muaha, oh hell no! Personally, I think that The Grudge is scarier, but I guess it's all about opinion. It's been forever since I've seen either movie but I do remember being really freaked out by The Grudge. What's great about those movies is that their not all about the horror/killing/grossness they have really cool plots.
I'll certainly have to watch it!
Haha, but you're more scared of horror movies then I am so I don't necessarily have to cuddle when I watch them... :p
It was really cool, I wish we could go back now that I'm older and stuff but I'm pretty sure it's probably closed. The place was super old.
Ahh, corn mazes are extra creepy, especially when they have people with chainsaws chasing you through the maze. Once I was in one with my friend and they literally backed us into the corn, it was so scary. You worked in a haunted house?? Was it for a school thing or something in your community, oh and what did you do!? When I was in the corn maze I had on this super disgusting mask and a bloody lab coat and I followed people around and like backed them into the corn saying "You'd look good in my collection" or "Do you want to see my collection?" and then laughing creepily XD It was awesome...
Muaha, oh hell no! Personally, I think that The Grudge is scarier, but I guess it's all about opinion. It's been forever since I've seen either movie but I do remember being really freaked out by The Grudge. What's great about those movies is that their not all about the horror/killing/grossness they have really cool plots.
Haha, that still happens to me every night :p I'm really not as brave as I may seem...
Ew, oh my god stop. My biggest fear ever is getting kidnapped, or getting stalked, or someone breaking into my house while I'm home alone. DX Anyways, I've never seen that movie. Is it like a psychological thriller or something?
Oh man, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree. Although my cuddle abilities are pretty superb
I did that once!! There's this motel in PEI that's haunted and when I was younger I went up with my family and stayed there. Every night at like 3am my aunt's phone would ring and when she picked it up no one was there. Some other stuff happened too but I didn't notice because I was too young.
I do love stuff like that! The only reason I'm made fun of is because I'll act all macho and then once we're actually in the house or maze (haunted corn mazes are the best, I worked in one once oh my god it was fun) I'm the biggest chicken ever.
Haha, it's okay you still have time to learn ;) And yes, that is exactly what I mean! Muahaha
Ew, oh my god stop. My biggest fear ever is getting kidnapped, or getting stalked, or someone breaking into my house while I'm home alone. DX Anyways, I've never seen that movie. Is it like a psychological thriller or something?
Oh man, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree. Although my cuddle abilities are pretty superb
I did that once!! There's this motel in PEI that's haunted and when I was younger I went up with my family and stayed there. Every night at like 3am my aunt's phone would ring and when she picked it up no one was there. Some other stuff happened too but I didn't notice because I was too young.
I do love stuff like that! The only reason I'm made fun of is because I'll act all macho and then once we're actually in the house or maze (haunted corn mazes are the best, I worked in one once oh my god it was fun) I'm the biggest chicken ever.
Haha, it's okay you still have time to learn ;) And yes, that is exactly what I mean! Muahaha
“Woah.” The young man's voice was covet as he leaned into Lisette's grasp. A grin spread across her lips that were pressed heavily to the boys neck. “Don't talk, love.” She purred, nipping lightly at the thin skin around his jugular. Her hands were wrapped tightly in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to her on the darkened dance floor. The two appeared to be amorous lovers as they swayed in time to the steady beat of the piercingly loud music. No one noticed the gleam of sharp teeth or heard his slight gasp as she punctured his neck. Her body was instantly filled with warmth as that wretched thirst that plagued her was sated, however not entirely quenched. She moaned slightly, a sound low enough not to be heard over the music as she pulled her prey even closer, her hand wrapped securely around the back of his neck.
The boy didn't struggle, they never struggled, and instead sagged closer towards her. His quipped breaths and echoing sighs caused the corner of Lisette's mouth to twitch slightly. She didn't take much, couldn't take much because despite their blindness these humans would still notice a dead body, and as soon as the fire in her throat had subsided to a slight throb she pulled away and smiled. His eyes were dazed and glossy, his lips parted slightly as he blinked confusedly and stared down at her. Luckily enough for Lisette he was too intoxicated to realize what had just happened. “Thanks.” She murmured in his ear, pressing her lips gently onto his. The taste of his blood was still in her mouth causing her to euphorically smile. "Goodnight, darling." She turned away from him then, ignoring his futile protests, and disappeared into the crowd.
You couldn't hear the click of her heeled shoes over the pulsating music as the slender woman wove her way easily through the tangle of gyrating bodies. The smell of sweat and lust wafted in the air around her causing a grin to curl across her ageless face. Lisette had always enjoyed the nighttime atmosphere of this modern era, where once these humans would have coward away from her, now they flocked towards her. Stories of ghosts and ghouls and monsters in the night were just that, stories, and these silly little beings thought themselves invincible. It was a pity, really. She chuckled silently to herself as broke through the crowd of people and into a dimly lit seating area that was almost completely empty save for one giggling lump in the far corner.
“Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” Lisette's sugary voice wafted towards Booker as she sauntered into the darkened corner and wiped the edge of her mouth carelessly with her thumb. Slowly, she sank onto the sofa next to the seemingly lascivious couple. Lisette leaned forward to tuck a piece of the girls hair behind her ear and smiled. The look that should have warmed her face, making her appear gentle and kind, only made her stark features seem meaner and her dark eyes turn colder. “Well aren't you pretty.” She murmured, letting her hand slowly fall onto her lap. “Maybe a little less make up next time lovie.” She laughed softly and pulled her gaze from the young girl's wide eyes and towards Booker.
Everything about Lisette's indolent demeanor screamed boredom as she sighed and reached up to fix her own hair. “Are you almost done, here?” She mumbled, crossing her legs gently. “I'm bored, this is all far too easy.” She quite obviously meant the prey. “People just don't have the right amount of fear anymore. It's a shame really.” She exhaled and clucked her tongue, letting her eyes sweep across the mess of sweating entities contemptuously. To her, these were not people with lives and families and feelings, they were playthings, there for her own amusement and nothing more. She smoothed out her tight skirt, pursing her lips slightly. "Let's do something fun."
The boy didn't struggle, they never struggled, and instead sagged closer towards her. His quipped breaths and echoing sighs caused the corner of Lisette's mouth to twitch slightly. She didn't take much, couldn't take much because despite their blindness these humans would still notice a dead body, and as soon as the fire in her throat had subsided to a slight throb she pulled away and smiled. His eyes were dazed and glossy, his lips parted slightly as he blinked confusedly and stared down at her. Luckily enough for Lisette he was too intoxicated to realize what had just happened. “Thanks.” She murmured in his ear, pressing her lips gently onto his. The taste of his blood was still in her mouth causing her to euphorically smile. "Goodnight, darling." She turned away from him then, ignoring his futile protests, and disappeared into the crowd.
You couldn't hear the click of her heeled shoes over the pulsating music as the slender woman wove her way easily through the tangle of gyrating bodies. The smell of sweat and lust wafted in the air around her causing a grin to curl across her ageless face. Lisette had always enjoyed the nighttime atmosphere of this modern era, where once these humans would have coward away from her, now they flocked towards her. Stories of ghosts and ghouls and monsters in the night were just that, stories, and these silly little beings thought themselves invincible. It was a pity, really. She chuckled silently to herself as broke through the crowd of people and into a dimly lit seating area that was almost completely empty save for one giggling lump in the far corner.
“Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” Lisette's sugary voice wafted towards Booker as she sauntered into the darkened corner and wiped the edge of her mouth carelessly with her thumb. Slowly, she sank onto the sofa next to the seemingly lascivious couple. Lisette leaned forward to tuck a piece of the girls hair behind her ear and smiled. The look that should have warmed her face, making her appear gentle and kind, only made her stark features seem meaner and her dark eyes turn colder. “Well aren't you pretty.” She murmured, letting her hand slowly fall onto her lap. “Maybe a little less make up next time lovie.” She laughed softly and pulled her gaze from the young girl's wide eyes and towards Booker.
Everything about Lisette's indolent demeanor screamed boredom as she sighed and reached up to fix her own hair. “Are you almost done, here?” She mumbled, crossing her legs gently. “I'm bored, this is all far too easy.” She quite obviously meant the prey. “People just don't have the right amount of fear anymore. It's a shame really.” She exhaled and clucked her tongue, letting her eyes sweep across the mess of sweating entities contemptuously. To her, these were not people with lives and families and feelings, they were playthings, there for her own amusement and nothing more. She smoothed out her tight skirt, pursing her lips slightly. "Let's do something fun."
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